I came home from church tonight, left out some moist canned food and added a can of corn so there was more than just kibble left out for the wild guys, kept the door open--but made sure the screen was locked securely. I took care of Little-who is very close to death now-and tucked him in bed. When I returned, the ferrets were pressed up against the screen. Mini-Me was climbing it. There in front of me was a sight I have never seen in all these years--2 opossum eating together. They have always been loners when they eat, and hiss and make ugly guttural noises if another opossum comes along to eat. God forbid one even take a step on the porch Here then, I imagine, was a mother and child, or 2 lovers? *I was delighted and surprised: an unusual scene that just made my whole day. Mini-Me climbed down from her bat woman performance, ran over, bit my hand, and danced away chattering. *SHE was--just Mini-Me. Lisette [Posted in FML issue 3585]